el reverse

Some things rise and fall
with the stillness of
a roller coaster.
Turn it around
Break it apart
Shuffle the deck.
Arbre los ojos
to what happens
cuando el mundo
esta al reves.
Stillness isn’t a virtue.
Things don’t happen
Until we move the variables.
Hasta que encontremos ese algo especial,
that something that changes everything.
And things will rise and fall again,
And she’ll wear rainbow-filled glasses.




© 2012 Jessica Ceballos, all rights reserved.
This poem first appeared in Hinchas the Poesia Issue #6.